Fic: 'Bath Holiday' - Chapter 1 (2/7)
More for potcfest prompt #9: Jack/Elizabeth, in England. As I said in my previous post, this is set in my post-CotBP universe, actually following Fevered (the header contains the pertinent information, if you don't want to read NC-17 smut).
Many thanks, as always, to my dear hereswith, for editing, suggestions, and encouragement. This part uses the current potc100 prompt...
~ Bath Holiday, continued...
2 ~
In the event, he did leave her, shoo'd out by Ana and the landlady, the sight of so much blood -- far too much, he thought -- and by the doctor's words, matter-of-fact, slicing like knives: "A miscarriage, I'm afraid. Your first, I take it?"
Elizabeth had gaped, speechless, and then her eyes sought Jack's.
A child. Their child.
But the tide of events intervened, another wave of cramping pain taking her, the landlady's bulk blocking Jack's view, and Ana grimly taking his arm, hauling him away.
"There's nothing you can do here, Jack, and she won't thank you for staying. Go down to the taproom and have a drink or three. "
And he was out in the hall, the door shutting firmly in his face.
She won't thank you.
He descended the stairs as in a strong gale, and made his way to the taproom. The landlord took one look at him and poured the rum - the good stuff. Jack tossed it back without a second's hesitation, held the tankard out for more and repeated the procedure.
"All right, there?" asked the landlord, with a worried brow.
"Better," Jack lied, though the warmth of the liquor was already seeping through him. "Thanks, mate."
~ TBC
Many thanks, as always, to my dear hereswith, for editing, suggestions, and encouragement. This part uses the current potc100 prompt...
~ Bath Holiday, continued...
2 ~
In the event, he did leave her, shoo'd out by Ana and the landlady, the sight of so much blood -- far too much, he thought -- and by the doctor's words, matter-of-fact, slicing like knives: "A miscarriage, I'm afraid. Your first, I take it?"
Elizabeth had gaped, speechless, and then her eyes sought Jack's.
A child. Their child.
But the tide of events intervened, another wave of cramping pain taking her, the landlady's bulk blocking Jack's view, and Ana grimly taking his arm, hauling him away.
"There's nothing you can do here, Jack, and she won't thank you for staying. Go down to the taproom and have a drink or three. "
And he was out in the hall, the door shutting firmly in his face.
She won't thank you.
He descended the stairs as in a strong gale, and made his way to the taproom. The landlord took one look at him and poured the rum - the good stuff. Jack tossed it back without a second's hesitation, held the tankard out for more and repeated the procedure.
"All right, there?" asked the landlord, with a worried brow.
"Better," Jack lied, though the warmth of the liquor was already seeping through him. "Thanks, mate."
~ TBC